Текст песни Keith Murray f Kel-Vicious - Rhymin` Wit Kel
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Intro:Come on, YeahHook:Who you wit? Where you at? (x2)Kel-Vicious:I`m stanking strong23 years old nowWith the big, bang boogie and the big pow pow(Ay, yo, you Kel)Not much, just keepin` it tightWith the Philly Blunt King gettin` high as a kiteI got no time for bullshittin`I have to start lickin`Cause niggas get jeal off the shit Kel be kickin`Get your free head ups, cause I`m seven foot tallAnd I ain`t scared of none of ya`llThis shit is off the wallKeith Murray:I be the genie in your lamp, the face on your stampthe hip-hop rocker stompin` all through your campWe went from smokin` weed in bullen therapyto takin` suckers out on national TVSo on and so on, furthermore in other wordsWe kick niggas heads to the curbHook:Who you wit? (Def Squad0Where you at? (L.O.D.) (x4)Kel-Vicious:I shook hands with all across the land from here to JapanBack to the motherland up to CanadaNigga I"ll Jeru the DamajaYour rap style is weak and it has no staminaKeith Murray:Ay yo, this is for the big quzzlersGun smugglers, drug jugglers and chelua puffersMister Armor to allYou gonna take a fallFor tryin` to walk before you crawlWe`ll kick 120 rhymes in 60 secondsNiggas standing on the sideline feeling disrespectedWhile I dissected your shit get ejectedI got Kel-Vicious the malicious next to wreck itKel-Vicious:We can make this shit hot or we can keep it coolBut as soon as a nigga violate the rulesI get the spot hot quick, (Yo, Kel be illin` and shit) Cause I be comin` down the block with the pistol gripWith all this violence in the worldHow could I not be a crook?I could stick a nigga up with my mean fuckin` looksMake a bitch drop her drawsGrab the microphone and pauseThere`s many casualites of warKiller Kel is at the doorHookKeith Murray:I be the mad, mad scientist, mad conquestingGetting quick dough like off-track bettingOverall you niggas be dead on arrivalMeanwhile me and Kel be buggin` off survivalMy supporting cast will bust that assI got a beeper and a phone but you can find me on the AveY`all niggas definitely ain`t got nothing fur usWe`ll take it to the streets on Stallone and Chuck NorrisKel-Vicious:You can wake up call, I got the intchy finger ya`llCan``t be sleeping on the block cause that`s when I clockAnd it`s New Jack CitySmackig Motherfuckers out like bittiesBoy your bad, boy your rude, boy our viciousFuck it, niggas get bust now for lookin` suspiciousI got a 9, pack 9 lives like a catWord is bond, niggas try to bust I bust em backAnd I don`t give a fuck about me or youI damage your whole family plus your crew